‭‭Ephesians‬ ‭4:32‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

“And be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God in Christ forgave you.”

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16th August 1977

A perfect line with the edge spread, so typographical the news being said, white paper, black print, headlines such as this must be worth a mint, tragedy strikes all the same, it wasn’t the print, but it was the name, my thought was ‘Someone has gone wrong in the head’ the day that I read “THE KING IS DEAD” 

Of equal measure?

Tainted bite carried in the breeze with chimney smoke, wrapped in garment quilt and fine, sheep shiver woolly less readying for lambing season, the John Deere’s chugging lights shine in the fog, farmers wife cooking delicious pie in her old green Aga with logs.

Annie waits for the lift in her twenty floor block, gone ten minutes since 9 O’clock, shopping bags are heavy, icy cold shrill, up twelve flights with a weight that could kill, seventy two years last Sunday week, husband unwell, he has the inability to tell.

 a family of four, man and woman, children two and five, Adam had an accident tragically died, Kate in a wheelchair MS bound, still she can get up and move around, sadly not entitled because of this flaw, although unable to open the kitchen draw.

Oxford to live Oxford to die, a university challenge, a long time to cry, birth into wealth, a history at thirty born into a world where he is ejected and dirty, becomes a politician, climbs to the top, lost touch of humanity, has a fear to ever stop, promising one day to make them all pay, cut all the benefit’s to richen his way, 

Be the judge, the go between, smoke is smoke, a proportional screen, money in paper goes unseen, sometimes rich and sometimes poor, decide for yourself what your tax is for, for all to share or the box in your drawer, make your vote count, remember, who for. 

……@

Lost in a troubled mind, yet I find the truth is hard to bare, there is not a soul there, no one dare be caught in the fall out of despair to dissipate who knows where, alone, in fear.

in my solitude I am the storm blowing leaves on a dreary day, the noise in my head will not sway, thus leaves venturing near, rise up…..to blow away, 

placid Perfunctory , oh my heart despair, an angel in the desert wandering within the proximity of thy soulful care, a sensual clad day invites eve, night falls to take advantage of thy meekness, abuses the persuasion of my weakness, a mirage is at hand, alas once again everything turns to sand. 

Within

Within this wall, I hear no sound, no reaction, I feel no love, within this wall

Within this wall, all is empty, I cannot hurt anyone, except myself, within this wall

Within this wall, there is no gain, no reason to remain, from Reality I abstain within this wall

Within this wall, I shake with fear, no one is near, they would not dare or care within this wall 

within this wall, I can be an image of what I could become, there are none but me, within this wall

Within this wall, no one hears my scream, I am dead, within this wall.

Final day

Chug chug shhh shhh whoooo as it pulls away

Sir winston Churchill brigade parade 

Steam embroiled platform

the story of a special day

I don my cap, then salute the scene

A memory that I cannot recall

I have less than any, if any at all

A small 00 model with a crowd so small

to create a time scailed piece

A resurgent rush of blood

an instantaneous release

courageous end of an oblivious struggle

They buried the dead then picked up the rubble.

Alone with Memories

Everything has gone, fascinating colours of fireworks light the sky , I cannot bring you here to see, no..the memories bring you near to witness a spectacular showing of my misery, tears fall, because I cannot bring you here to me. 

On the outside

On the outside looking inside watching others having fun, on the outside looking inside wishing I were one. On the outside of life, in a crowd of just me, on the outside of heaven, dreaming I could be. 

The Unknown Enemy

I can hear the battle cry, “war is upon us” though we beg through tender mercies for change to come, the task is far from won, I hear screams as they March on, flames ignite the men in their gathering, Ally by ally fall to form a path of bodies in which all who are fighting will tread their way. The enemy is a cruel master beguiled into destroying all species of human  incapable to hold the show of strength, surely good shall not prevail when this war of evil is nigh to the end, nay the enemy would rather enslave mankind to use as its fodder, slaves to build weapons and palaces for future kings or queens of evil Constance.  Men forged forward still, treading on into blast after blast of exploding terror, I saw bodies disintegrated, heads decapitated, continuing on hoping to reach their eventual goal with enough strength to swing an axe, to make a mark and yet, on they go with a reddened road ahead knowing the very fight they are entering into is a fight for the survival of all men, women and children. As the numbers decreased more joined the throng with the increasing desire to overcome the evil stench of their invaders, young people also mere children, from young years of tender age carrying weapons in a multitude of ways to destroy the evil beast that lay waiting in the distance, yet knowing their end could be soon and fatality was in their wake. The season change from spring to summer, autumn and winter was hard, yet  still the fight raged, exhausted from lack of sleep, injured lay everywhere, children left to fend for themselves, death and destruction seemed the only course of action left, then the snow came, heavy and on time, January became the waking call for victory, as the white stuff lay on the ground it fell heavy all around, the enemy in the field were from a distant world of heat and dust, they had had no time to create buildings in which to grow the plan of habitation, no! their plan was to destroy first then build later, now as the earth became colder and colder the evil force became ill, snow scolded the skin on each and every one, burning porous holes and melting everything in its wake, hundreds of thousands of evil parasitical invader lay dying in their area of choosing, Earth became the defender of its inhabitants, People waiting by, wondering why the spat of death and war had become gloomily quiet. Among the ruined men, women and children, a fourteen year old girl who went by the name of ‘Kashita’ volunteered to step forward, those in charge refused, yet she went anyway, to lead the search of why peace had suddenly, yet quickly arrived, after a long trek of seeing human remains scattered across the land ,she eventually found monsters ugly and huge, beasts that had only one thing in mind, to destroy whatever enemy that lay in wait, these weren’t the strong beasts that she expected to find but sick and dying monsters, Kashita eventually returned to ignite the hearts of any person that was healthy and fit enough to fight on, “The enemy is ugly and brutal with weapons that are unknown to us, but they lay dying, we must take all who we can to destroy them”. Kashita’ unknown to her at the time would become a great leader that people begged to follow throughout time, for now all she had to do was lead a small army of hungry, tired soldiers to eradicate what was left of this huge scarab of monsters that lay ill, she led and they followed willingly. Masters of the weakened creatures would squirm and squeal as they hid away in tents unable to escape the cold brittle breeze, the snow falling sealed their doom, accepting their death, knowing they had ran out of time, Humanity the conquered had become the conquerer instead, the enemy that they now feared would be the creatures of their own planned fate

Heart, Mind, Lost Soul

Hollow echo syphons my soul , Vortextual suction removes the remainder of all joy, clouds darken to dissipate the sparks of glittering hope, I am alone without mechanism to cope

Swirling lines of ecliptacle prism, spinning long player draining colour fast, heavy on thy closing eyes, curtains blacken life from before, memory gone, fading fast. 

Deepens the act of thine being here, just a few will do, my thoughts require the peace of never again knowing the reason why the fight must go on, I  will not Recognise the face that haunts me.

Sleep comes fast, infinity beckons the finality of the fragile glass, once it came to this place, a gash on my hand, crumble thy ancient suffering bone, for a million years of whitened sand. 

La Fontana in Piazza

A man drinks from the fountain in the middle of the grand Italian square, he is standing in rugged cloth with unkempt hair, thinking of a time when he once ‘afore was here, the party continued all night, every kind of folk came, he saw lights of fire, sounds of laughter waves of cheer, when he once before was here, now there is silence and not a gleer.

A kiss ‘da ‘una bellissima signorina’, mumma so proud,  tears from her rosy cheeks prompting out loud, “stai attento figliolo”, pappa’s little prayer, a hard worked convocation from this happy little crowd, a boy becomes a man, on to the enemy shroud, a last faint picture of a hopeful crowd

Thirty years had gone drifting through the shadow of his past, returning to drink a long awaited thirst at last, to finally breathe in peace, releasing the catharsis of a long awakening, the charming serenity of this lovely ‘bella città’  the warming of his heartfelt repression. the scars of deep digression, an end of mournful depression. 

Mush

Looking deeply at the damp drudgery eating the walls, I push my hand completely through, there is no sound, no one is around except the dripping twinkle of the curse, a tarnished complexity stooped in historical depth, out of focus observing a benign despair, I climb a weakened stair that crumbles to the floor below yet not a soul will miss, water trickles down the rain washed brow, I can see now, ‘tis a day that is meant to be, I can hear the shadows in thy distant pass fading away from me, yet without choice, I shall let it be.

Return to the hive

I got my lazy arse out of bed, a pain throbbing in my neck, someone’s been drumming on my chest, I’m surprised that I could get any rest, a hip which is black from a utility bruise, if I could choose I’d be on a cruise or in the school at the sst hive, I’ve never been so thankful for being alive. 

Scar on face

Remembering a time when we were young, knocking hats off and chewing gum, scrumping neighbours apples, fighting their kids, we were ignorant yet happy, we called them ‘yids’ an antisimetic term for the ignorant and young, the local accent rolled off our tongue, we were thoughtless youth, a little scruffy, a little uncouth, honest little villains that were innocent in truth. I learnt as I aged to turn a different page, care for others without rage, not be judgemental of differences in looks, what people wear or what they cook, to see the humanity, the suffering in others, the damage from destruction, what war is about, the pain of children, they scream, they shout, hungry stomachs from going without, there is a greed in humanity that I’d rather not see, lives lost in killing from a murdering spree when the devil enters their homes to create tragedy, I hope to look in the mirror and say ‘thank god it’s not me’  

The Starling

She unwrapped the bird and it flew up high flapping its wings way up in the sky, 

a start of freedom to seek and find, a new lease of life for the once before blind.

Ode to a Kipper

You lay there bronzed with a shine, I could not wait until you were mine, when I could touch your fine line, curves like a belle on a beach, a sensual smell, uniquely devine, I grasped you tight then brought you home, eventually when we were at last alone, you glistened and spat as if you were an angry cat, placed under the grill, covered in butter and then I ate, the delicious fish, what a tasty dish. 

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Feeling tall while walking small

Fell off a ladder

Not funny at all

A sense of humour one must have

so I’m crying laughing when going to the lav.

In the next year

Oh faint heart, whisper in thine ear something of nothing, speaking gentle tone, give thy a soft shoulder, a warm caress to hold while we toil this winter sheave then we must laetan thy person distant, chastened till we lighten the day again

Face Value

Judge a person not with first impressions

you will never meet the beautiful soul, within the mess

they could be the best person you ever met

The cleverest, hardworking person yet

With Neon lit knickers under their dress.

Clear Mind

Do one thing wrong and you’ll never forget it

Do more than two things wrong and you find it hard to remember when you got things right

Peaceful Serenity

The little robins song, a delicate meaningful trill, sings of a river with pebbles lain about its girth, cool water flowing fresh and clear, brown trout swimming against a natural flow from the hills on either side of the serene valley, blanketed by a faint smelling, sweet fragranced heather, winter snow caps of Nevis ringing a chilling shrill of icy cold air, picturesque land surrounded by ancient pine trees & oak with an ancestry of peaceful deer, theres a whispering in the air as the leaves fall...... “Soon th' winter wull be 'ere”

Paranoid Host

My eyes close, I look inside, I see a fool of a man that cannot hide, a terrible talker, a would be stalker, courageously weak, a stumbling walker. 

The terrain being tough I climb without swelt, rock after rock the tallest I’d felt, no higher would cap it, yet when I’m at work, I may fix a tap, lay down a Trap, fall over my own feet when walking on carpet.

a worthless spectacle, unliked for whatever I do, I try hard to care, yet continue to feel bare, open for all to see, though I feel the ridicule in me, for such a many year it has been my destiny 

Do you stumble through life, through the pain, on a knife, which way will you slip, on the edge of a trick?, fear not, do not worry, hold on, never hurry, relax with anyone you can, take time for a chat, have a small tipple then maybe a curry. 

Isiah 41:10

Do not fear, for I am with you; Do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God I will strengthen you, surely I will help you, Surely I will uphold you with My righteous right hand

Amen 

Near, yet far

Bitter hard is twist as fate, well awash the ecstatic face, no more tears of joy with drink, spread on plaster base, incredulous cover of satin lace.

Swarm the tower, fragment our thoughts, demolish utopian congretional thoughts thus strive on course, the cockroach spreads when squashed on boards.

Eruptious practicality, wishing smiles, never mock truth inflicted,  travel for miles, delay the haven, suspend ones peace, when finally at the end, we will feel release, then hold on close to heavens child. 

Winter chill’

The warmth afore ere feel, summer fails, leaves lie brown are dampened now, tis’ with faint heart thy welcome in, nor by choice let winter sin, calm seas swirl, waves roll and prance, redemptions here to steal away the stags last dance, a heinous horror doth plenty kill err’ multitude of souls therest lie ill, thou’ sorrows thorn till festive eve, a child sleeps a baby born, while those that lost, forever mourn.

Our own image

Humans grew over millions of years to become conscious, intelligent, sentient, Sensuous, self thinking loving, hating beings. Robots are singled minded, single tasking machines, yet humans are perfecting this build yearly,  will man ever be able to make a being such as a robot in his own image? ….If so,  will this make him a god ? 

If humans became god, would he stop killing cod, travel to other alien planets, would he hunt and kill, how can man be trusted when they carry a bitter pill, when their intentions are to make the weakest ill, 

Only when the earth is loving and kind, people stop to notice the world is there to find, eradicate sickness, the poor and the blind, look after their back  yard, before spreading misery on to another kind

Then will man be a god?

Not a chance

The Path

Walk through the Valley, injustice at thy steed, tread very carefully, move with speed, be certain for righteousness whatever thy need, the path is hazardous wherever it leads.

Masculine Throng

Gone when I returned, one vanquished and twenty, reason not found, yet there were you whence I came around, resting quiet, perfect and still, not a blemish nor a mark in glorious colour, my heart subdued, there you lay statuette in the dark. 

A Hard Man

A heart set in stone, leathered face, forever alone, persecution carved on a concrete throne, where is the man that longed for eternal love to be held tight?  transparency departed, weakened internal fight, known to some as a rock, prepared to kill, yet peculiarities to the few, a hero that feels, Where is the man that longed for love, to belong, has long since passed and long since gone. 

Natural Progression of peace

It began with a fastidious coup, first there were a few, a steadfast point to serve irradiation of radicalism, a sway in the way, destroy the beast, finance the place of a hero, the price of oil from dollars to zero, he is sat in the carefree palace, democratic father, a justified god or Nero ?

Terrorism has had its day, destroy it and make them go away, yet a land cannot be forced to change, nor can you immediately heal a dog from the mange, freedom comes at a cost with death, pain & Loss, soldiers are people, people lose lives.

Closing the operation down, a choice of a clown, men flying home gaining little but a frown, a slap in the face, Neh! Courage is the victory, war isn’t won by force, winning is when the good rise from within of course, freedom will have its chance, at the last day, most probably with the last dance. 

A beautiful Day

Along the beach, the waves are crashing, hitting the rocks, sometimes smashing, the Surf is strong, water is white, high in a peak, the surfers delight, strong legs push, the board swishes, a heavenly kiss from the angelic like fishes, the wave rolls high and spins thou leaps, a mermaid catches then pulls them deep, a gulp of water, swim up not stop, find thy board and climb on top, a beautiful day 

Rest in the sun

A bright day, summer at play, they cannot wait to have fun again, young at heart, old in scorn, slightly fragile, a little forlorn, years gone by, aged & worn. 

Lovely feeling when the sun warms our skin, hardly see thy kin, rusty old fingers, unbendable digit, bore me not for I begin to fidget, beautiful years of sunshine ahead, could be miserable but then, I could be dead, remove the voices from thy thoughts close our eyes and rest thou head

Forever more I will be.

Nothing am I, if you pass me on your travels then walk on by, if you smile I will wait a while, your desire is not my fire, I ring no bell on a church spire, I will be forgotten within a month when I pass on by.

If you love me, tell me so, I will love you back, I will not hold, yet if you don’t then let me go, to live as free is as much joy than a rich mans gold, wrap yourself in me or let me be. 

If you ever feel lost in thoughts of once apon a time, I am there with my mobile phone, your burden will be mine then once when alone, you may not care, I will not be there, alone I can be even when in company and forever more, I will be. 

Forever more I will be. 

My Shadow

As I walk my shadow falls, it looks as if I’m six feet tall, I reach the hill my shadow shrinks, what a climb my old mind thinks, I reach the top then comes a race, A quickened pace, red in face, my shadows so tall with trees for lace, I reach the location, dark and still, I cannot see my shadow, though it’s with me still, to a new location, on a beautiful hill. 

A new day

Yesterday I was broken, the only thing I have to bring with me are tears, today is a new day, I have no guilt or remorse, there is some deep pain, of course, some memories last the course, yet today is a new day, new beginnings, I close the door, everything is forgiven, you cannot hurt me anymore. I can start afresh, there is no score. 

Peace at last

Build that ladder, own that shit, buried beneath a pile of it, see the sky, breathe in deeply, button your cuff, the shit is seeping, a mile climb,  don’t look back, use some of the bricks from the wall you cracked,  it’s time to heal while your sleeping, beware of the treacherous friends your keeping, one day soon it’ll be time to stop, on the grass of green at the pastures top, look up far at the twinkling stars, the trouble behind you, peace at last.

Humourless antiquity

Deep as an arrow, wounded by thy words of bitter resentment, cut in throes of ecstasy, same toxicity,                  hurt on the right, trip on the left, how long can one hide the pearl crusted forgetfulness, til thou’ heart breaks, retention holding fast to the tears welling, inexorable felling.

Great Tribulation

It is a common brow thy eyes see, broad as the view from thou’ dignitary, highest on perch, morality o’ thy cruel, obscene in ones ostentatiousness rule

A penny, farthing, a shackle or three, taketh thy journey to the whispering tree, sensor sensibility, ridicule thy house, wear a shield on a fashionable blouse a high clad odour for a stench of a louse

Sword in hand, spread thy word, take it to the many innocent unheard, speak through and on till’ the time you depart, eternally pleased that you made a fond start, a love shared true, straight from the heart. 

NO - 3

A stone turns with the winter chill,

toxins disperse from a bitter pill

too far gone for the baits been cast

 Cover on cover blanket fast

Irretrievably set to eternally last

Goodbye my friend

A flicker of light goes out, a sudden loss of sight

It’s the  end of the dance,

Memories once known have passed  

at last a worried mind is now at rest

It wasn’t spoken, yet I knew you were the best

A tale to tell although a tale to few

A story of mental torture, drink and spew

Goodbye my friend, away to the stars

not much luck but you’ve not gone far. 

My Mum Doreen

A missed beat brought about a slowing movement within her chest, I had not considered that she begun slipping away to a long waited rest, I wondered about the thoughts of her mind, then she spoke words gentle & kind, softly uttering, “I love you”…. “Jesus was a good man”. 

As she slowly ventured to leave, her hand fell from mine, my mothers eyes were closed, peacefully she slept, passing away in the middle of the night, never before had I felt the kind of pain tearing my world with all its might, an eruption exploded from me, inside, that night a big part of my being died 

Life continues as they say, yet by faith I will see her again one day, singing “que sera sera, whatever will be will be”, with her melancholy voice, she will be with me, my sisters, my brothers, my family, hurt will never go away until we’re together again one day

Bad Landlords

Angela’s flat is so filled with damp, mould on the windows, black ceiling thick, legs in cramp. food pomp dine at the Ritz, the food banks offering fish and chips, isn’t life great if it touches where it fits 

Handcock is the right name for a man that lives in shame. Important to follow the party line, you too could be a corruptible misogynistic swine, out of touch and out of time, lying to the public most of the time, ridiculously spoilt, green as a lime. 

Revelation 21:4

“And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.””

‭‭Revelation‬ ‭21:4‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

https://www.bible.com/114/rev.21.4.nkjv

A promise to inspire faith in ones heart, a wonderful piece of poetry, a good place to start. 

Shwwwwww!

Last night I went to bed, thunder crashing in my head, the thumping of a big bass drum, clashing cymbals of a pitch unknown, my mind a buzzing with a swarm of bees, the rustling of near autumn trees, keen to make sense of the immersive swirl, orchestral movement in a whisking whirl, night wrench doth realise will bring no peace, have no sleep, no way will ease, a flightless breeze

Thorns Rise Out

Try not to allow what you’ve been through make you the person you can become, your experiences of sadness or hurt can leave you feeling numb, look to the future, the wonderful in you, a way free of bondage, you can be your own number one, see the better person you have become

Be kind then you’ll find likeminded fellows without being blind, with love to give in the same frame of mind, bitter resentful people will try to spike the fragility in you, walk away smiling, don’t let them hurt you, they are struggling, in their own twisted stew. 

Achieve, believe, have faith in your appeal, try to be humble without overkill, be kind to whoever you meet, always be pleasant, soft in care, work your hardest, forgiving to the meek, please superiors of favours they seek, hold some back for the rest of the week, have some rest for you spiritual feed, accept love warmly it’s what you need. 

Shadows of torment

I followed an angel, she beckoned me to awaken, lifted my soul into the night then showed me a picturesque view of my tainted life, I roamed high above the streets that I had once acquainted from child to young man, the view was spectacular, amazingly beautiful, yet sad, alone was I, beaten by shadows of undesirable torment, outward punishing torture, inwardly soul destroying pain, I asked the angel to take me home again for you see, I had no thirst to visit there again, to be shown the boy I should not have been, a child without a face, departed once from the human race. 

Princess

A fairy blows high, wind offering promiscuity 

Speckled spots of sap linger on my once shiny car

Dust settles then sticks not travelling far 

A Revolving to or fro of minimalistic travelling

Tiny mildewy creatures living on the rubber edge

Clouds darken, heavy and low, rain falls

Washing away the pressing of an old red leaf

Blue as the colour of Princess Diana’s ring. 

Long week

Fooled by the pressure, blown by the skirt

Sweat on the brow, dampened shirt 

Feet full of sorrow, wet by the flood

Shock of such a horror that has drained my blood

Temper tantrums terror, drying with the weather

Laying back down, hoping to tether

Rains came along to help grass seed

Smashed a lip on a chair, finger wiped the bleed

sucked it dry, locked it tight, 

set the alarm, so it’ll be alright

Time for fun, Pepper pig fun

Six and a half hours for a two hour run

Grand old Oak

The story is strange to a town in the mist

I felt a thud, my head I did kiss

Stepping slowly 123,  

bumping into a massive tree, 

I hardly had time to feel or see

While laying beneath, the grand old Oak

Or so I thought until it spoke

“What were you doing?” It enquired cheaply

’I was rushing home quickly, til I hit a tree’

“I’m not a tree, I’m rather big you see, you bumping like that took the wind out of me”

I made excuses then quickly left, 

I could not help feeling so sad and Bereft

Turning around to say goodbye to that bloke

All I could see was a grand old Oak.

You have the right to fight

I’ll give you a million, what will you do? Buy tons  of make up and the most expensive shoes, blow it on marijuana , Caviar at a steal, champagne on ice, hallucinating pills, I’ll give you twenty, you’d be dead in a month, with all the alcohol, expensive food for lunch, pay high taxes to even whats due, there’s a few in government that will say “that’ll do”, the majority have struggled on a measly wage, isn’t it time to turn the page?, forget the debt, position in the world, there’s people dying while you stuff yourselves. Homelessness, rotten teeth, the uks in trouble, you’ll never smell the stench, while in your bubble, your whole world could crumble if you lose your health, let’s hope you can afford it, keep storing your wealth, the surplus population will be dealt with by the score, disease by the masses, a glorious war, never be forlorn, just put up a fight, as a free voter you have every right, continue to be brave, Change what’s bad to good, then punch the air and enjoy some freedom…….just like you should! 

Imagine that!!

A Lark or a laugh, a web of deceit, 

creature creep while you lay asleep 

It lurks under the bed, it’s in your head

be very careful, you could wind up dead,

Sky be rain, shadows fall

heads will roll if you stand too tall. 

Slice or slither, cut like butter 

wings flap away with a little flutter

Telling lies, so the story flies

a bitter widow rarely cries

Guns of sponge, bullets of plastic

bounce then blind as if shooting elastic

Dreams of reality, they could be true

Black and white, vicious dogs chew

Eat your heart, bite your leg

grind your bones, break your neck.

Is it true?, wildly free, 

fantasyland or in your dreams?

Is it real, is it fake?

is there a sword in the lake?.

A journeys end

Incarcerated within a moveable cell, years of pain and debauchered hell, prodded endlessly tortured with words, encouragement to work to purchase gruel, feeding fat in a burger grill, drugs galore, endless punishment until you can bare no more, age cripples, throbbing ripples, aching entity, remembering loss, isn’t it a pity, moving to the country from a cruel city, time has a limit, a sell by date, death of a prison, the end of hate, loosened becomes from a solid mass, fly to freedom whatever the class, be free for a thousand years or score, until your burden is not felt anymore. 

Anubis

Alhuriya, as the shadows fall, swirling fog touching ones blistered skin, death all around without a single shot, another hero dead on the ground, no living anywhere, rising up then dying down.

The corrupted gathering of souls, a ghoulish host, wiping clean a slate of many holes, smearing blood and flesh in one, an action of zealous fun, decision of treacherous greed that cannot be undone. 

Earth begotten planet of birth, humanity dispersed across its girth, corrupt implosion, poor begging to exist, stop the wailing with a sword and a kiss, wash clean history, with time, power gone, but not missed

Volcanic anger, violent shaking of land, a gigantic fault line slides, buildings crumble, dissipating power, infection from disease, depression is at hand, locust eat the grain, city crumble in pain, again. 

Once more the world is at rest, be it beyond the measure of best, rivers running, ice caps freeze, no human begging on knees, population zero, structures crumble as dust, soon mankind be forgotten the greed and lust. Warning is simple, Change or bust 

One Grave night

Walking through a shadow, hidden in the night, moondust sparkle, a gleaming, glowing Light, my heartbeat fastened, with heightened fearful plight, a darkened frame behind the gravestone shuddering with the fright, I ran through the graveyard there flew a screeching owl, he looked at me with reddened eyes, in its mouth something fowl, I in a panic, then tripped, into a pit, crashing through some broken bones, landing deep in ..............Sawdust and wigs, felt like something strange, I scrambled out of my ratted hole and never went there again. 

Memories of my Dad

Sixpence a tooth, a penny for seeds,  pigeons at Trafalgar Square hungry to feed off my shoulder, I thought Nelson was a brave soldier, Walking along the Embankment in a Sailor hat, salute H.M.S. Belfast and Naval Crew part, family trip on the Greenwich ferry, excited to depart, Battersea Fun Fair, eyes at the Big Dipper we’d hide, Carousel Horses on a circular ride, Houses of Parliament, Big Ben what a clock, Little Ben on the corner gave us all such a shock, the monument stairs were too far to climb, St Paul’s to the roof, with holes to the top, I would cry, it was high, on other occasions we see the pictures in Leicester Square, sometimes a Wimpy we’d have a Burger and A milkshake, Dad would pull out his hair and jump and stare, the cost was such, he’d tell us how much, then rant and rave, scare us to behave, what treasured memories to have from a child, sometimes wild and sometimes mild, my father has been gone for many a year, I wish that I had time with him again, just one more year, I’d watch him jump on the spot, red in the face and rather hot!.generous to a fault, love from the top 

Earths reel

Cut wire from a turtles neck, a penguin ring grip, why the thoughtlessness? narf makes yer sick, recycle is what?, it’s isn’t what it’s not, grip on an ocean, a broken rock, a reef of perpetual beauty, colours of a calcium crescendo, there’s no clown in anemone, no plankton for feed, no swarm of fish due to human greed, rest the seas they will reseed. Cleaner wrasse, Parrotfish sand, enjoy the moment with a helping hand, dolphin safe nets from a considerate brand. 

No gas to bake a cake

Glance at the phone, contacting no-one, letters unopened, see bygones be gone, lie in a darkened room while not wanting to venture outside, destruction all around, the death of a young bride

Loving, hugging, kissing, adventuring, a new beginning, a fresh breeze in life, taking a long honeymoon in a place afar from Fife, not long before it sours for the gullible young wife.

A debt to the national need, gambling addiction within the seed, the house is riddled with pests, cockroaches desperate to feed, woodworm will eat at the skirting, damp rots the eves, happiness never meant to last, it withered away fast.

dare not to open the door, unsure of the final score, wolves bang with sticks, men with tractors and picks, fear of facing the rain, he’d taken the gun and run, too surreal for what started as fun, unforeseeing what was to come, hidden within her shadow, the only reminder left is ache, no gas to bake a cake. 

A marriage blessed with Love

The blessings of god are with you now, to wipe the sweat away from your brow, the promise of love shall not withhold , the dove of peace, the gift of gold, an ancestral bond, a bloodline of wealth, a thousand years of living health, a marriage to sanctify the true feeling of hope, blessed by the lord admonished by a truth more powerful than the pope. 

Be true in your heart, love honestly for good, thank god for the richness of thy living proof, be free with each other, know each ones heart, soft as can be, so no poison flees at you from a poisonous dart. 

Bear children if given, call them names of good faith, teach them right from the start and how to behave, be joyous and spend, yet carefully save, give your life to follow good, die with each other as ye both eventually should, yet if one of you must leave the other first, set a righteous path to follow. 

Never let there be a thirst. 

Lola

Acrostic Poem About Lola

L is for Love, the way we feel for you, 

O is for Outrageous, you’re just so fun. 

L is for Love, the way we feel for you, 

A is for Alive, that’s how you make me feel.

Harry Potter or a Jotter.

Do you live in a cupboard under the stairs? Do you wake up unaware, darkness around your day, do not despair, joggle away, look for the miracles no more, a cloak, a magic book, a powerful wand, a place to go to like Hogwarts to abscond, the mystery is in your fingertips, imagination at your very core, if it’s exciting to read, it cannot be a bore, put it on paper, write it with a pen, if your feeling sad, place it on an IPad, it’s in your eyes mind to see, tap it down on your PC, be it in the future or in history,  do not wait until may, write down your frustrations. Do it today.  

A normal day

Walking along a gasp of wind blew dust, blinded by the obscene, I swore and cussed, walking up a hilly road, without much luck, I recall a manhole ahead broken by the dustbin truck, proud upright smelly men with their pungent trash the thought occurs, ‘they should be paid more cash’, I struggled on up the unpleasant hill, with sight of a mole, stumbling upon this unknown hole, could be a crazy individual looking for coal, hitting my head I fell forlong into an eight foot chamber, not seeing the danger, waking some hours later, wet from the soiling of a sewerage stream, noticing blood drip from my eye, I gave a little sigh; ‘what mess had I gotten into this time’ if it wasn’t ridiculous it would be sublime, feeling a little sad, thinking; ‘being a dustbin worker doesn’t seem that bad’ I struggled to my feet, what a memory to keep, reaching for my phone only to realise the battery had gone, I shouted for some help, I screamed for a passer by, but who would walk up that silly hill when they sensibly drive, besides it was getting late at perhaps nine o’clock at night, well, there was nothing for it but the pipe ahead right, climbing through getting even more wet, I wondered if the long narrow road to paradise would be as rough as this as my trousered knees ripped?, feeling humbled with the bliss, I longed to get home to the people I missed, ahead lay the sight of a pool of browny yellow piss yet the sight of a ladder on the other side could not be missed, so I swam for dear life with thoughts of my wife, at last I could climb to get out of this strife, to dream of a nice shower and get on with my life, when at last reached I struggled on up, there was an opening; oh what luck!, I stood up tall in the road and punched the air, even though I was covered in muck, I now write this from my hospital bed, ‘so blessed that I’m not dead,  ‘what happened”? I said to the Doc, he replied wryly without a bedside touch “surely you remember you daft old duck, you were standing in the middle of the road, said the driver of the Dustbin Truck!”. 

What a pain in my ass

Bowel Cancer - What a pain in my ass...

By Andrew Drake on diagnosis of bowel cancer

Came home one day, went to the toilet, shouldn’t feel this way,

Went to the hospital to have some tests, ‘cos there was blood I thought it was best,

Was told I had cancer, that wasn’t fun,

Who knew I’d get cancer up my bum?

 

Had chemo and radio, it’s all gone so well,

But these next 3 months are going to be hell!

Colon and asshole, it all gets cut out,

Into a bag I will shit, out of a spout!

For the rest of my life it’s gonna be fun, but think of the trees I will save,

From not using paper to wipe my bum!!!

 Ducks & Drakes Cancer Trust please google.

Raising awareness for young cancer sufferers, like all cancer early diagnosis is essential 

Rest peacefully- Andrew Drake

28th January 1985 to 30th September 2015

Reactional haste

Slow reactions, let the dust settle, respond in a week, first let your heart seek, traumatic moments are like mountains to climb, reactionary actions are decisions of time. darkness enters an open door. 

Coping with a problem while anxious of the cause, immediate response to weaken the plause, bid your weather, let it past, the taste of anger is not going to last, hate will eat your soul to death especially if you are wreckless at rest, wait a day wander on, consider which type of road you are on.

The next day is brighter than the last, a moment of war extraordinaire, in a heated battle, stop!, exchange a friendly hug, chuckle or chug, make excuses, apologies galore, that moment in time victoriously yours, be kind of heart that’ll make a good start, subtlety is hard yet an important part.

Friendship is built on kindness, deceit is poison. 

Handsome Young

As I grow old enough to recoil I can barely walk across this land of dreams with golden soil, country with meat aplenty, a cut of beef for the cost of twenty, simplicity past before my wake, Walking through I see them guffaw, then shake.

Not a pretty picture to look at man grown old, forgetting the moment he was tall and bold, good looking, skin of bronze, white toothed smile that lingered a while, each passing day takes away youth and sway, gone is the man, welcome the aged. 

On my cross! bear witness to thy good, take me home from a life in the hood, spectacular tale irrelevant now, maybe it’s a curse, I cannot understand how,  Rap’ is for the young, ill leave it at that, worn and old, it is a song, so I’m told. 

The trumpet calls,I do not care for the sound, a violin screeches in a hall that is round, the dog barks at the tv again, I stare at dust and wonder where I’ve been, how I got here?, what I have seen?, butterfly of beauty take me away, don’t leave me here for another day

I dance on Ice, waltz to Tchaikovsky, later I might visit Holby City, then I’m off into space exploring the galaxy visiting worlds that are ever so pretty, space stations scattered, welcome me in, then sleep has a hold and I’m away again, so scatter my bones, let them blow in the wind, mourn the memory of a lost friend, then get on with whatever life throws your way it will almost soon be your day. 

Recall of fear.

You stand tall on a chair, blue shirt, nappy on, only three, shining coconut hair, wirey curls, eyes that stare at a ghostly figure, yet no one is there, looking out from deep golden eyes, with your short young life, a horrific recall of fear enters here

you are away for a minute, some times of the day, a surreal distant moment, that only you can create, screaming for a while, until settled with pepper pig and a drink, taking a step back to have a think, what horrors might you have seen from that bottle of pink, rolled up paper smoke, a horrific recall of fear is here

Silent for what seemed like ages , I glanced as you froze, a statue at irregular moments, that soft gentle face, shaken, hit the wall, bruises after a pinch of anger, left dirty, alone, hungry, a burn on the skin from a drop of ash, one of these days you will forget all, with no horrific recall of fear that enters here. 

WoodBerry Down generation

Why?, oh please answer, why? 

You threatened, abuse in my direction 

Was I so different to you? 

Yes being a little coy, I was a Teddy Boy

There was never rascist tone, I was almost alone,

I never spouted hate, 

one look at the way I dressed made you irate

Winston Reeves, I loved the Rock ‘n’ Roll suits

The Music to boot, I loved Bob Marley too

Though you’d never have guessed

You just reacted to the fashion that I dressed

You weren’t guilty of the way you felt

There could be tough times in 1974 

Difficult for the Windrush core

Never knowing what kind of day you would have

The way you were treated could be hurtful for sure

I wonder what ever happened to you

Were you successful ? 

Like You deserved to be?, 

talented, clever, too skilled for a factory

Probably became a lawyer 

Fighting the cause in history

Or a drug dealer like everyone expected you to be 

Except Me.

Wavering

One never can tell, when they fall into the pit of hell, a mere matter of stress with a combination of duress, a loss of feeling alive, I pray it’s not contrive, not a position of restful strive, a bee without a hive.

Wonderful colour of Tulips, Golden bells galore, Bluebells of plenty, Amethyst are small. Pretty rabbits are out of bed, crocoideae Iris, whisper to Hyacinth, she may not tell, incredible to smell.

 Now where was I in story part or told, lost in thoughts, a transitional movement of the strangest kind, cannot travel beyond what I can see leading forward into the darkest caverns, being lead by the blind, don’t worry my dear, I’m very close behind. 

Roses of red, inconceivable to believe that they have grown up on gruel, Oliver the boy, matchstick girl, would make a great pair, Shoreditch church rings the bell,  the children desired love and food, wonderful stories in the Dickensian world, I slept soundly in a comfy little shell, pray before sleep

For fear of hell!. 

I never did find it

Walking along the pavement after crossing the road, there was a mysterious thing happening, a step for the bold, reaching the corner of a nunnery ahead, I heard the sound of a screeching thud, one step further, I could be 

Woken up on the corner from a hard slap to my face, unsure of the happening or the strange place. “Are you okay son?” a peculiar man asked,  not a Face that I had known from the past “yes, I think so I replied”, then nervously laughed. “What happened?”

Well the man exclaimed “a bus hit a car, the driver lost control, mounted the pavement then landed on you, the whole story sounded so bazaar, on the pavement run over by a car, seemed so cruel,  that it must be true, an ambulance came took me to hospital for a thorough check, when my mum arrived I was sobbing through, “what’s wrong”, she asked softly, “Why so blue?” I’m upset mum because I’ve lost my shoe.

The noise

I cannot share the way I feel, I cannot unleash the burden so still, rotting my methodical mind, rumbling thunderstorms of a strange kind, holding on to sanity, never still the choir, forever at war with the forces of fire, the cockerel faces east on top of the spire, travel through space in a hailstone mired. 

An electrical impulse, I feel no peace, no place of rest, no instantaneous release, trouble I bring and trouble I leave, a high pitched tone in my brain, a constant humming, I need silence for peace, there is none, for searching all, not any I find, a single noise is torment, rasping perpetual falling foul, soul crashing, never ending,  punishing till death is now

When your at rock bottom there is only one way you can go!!

Every house built, starts from a single brick

successful people achieve one success at a time

Accept sometimes you  fail,  pick yourself up and rise  from the ashes as if you are a phoenix!.

What’s a day worth ?

Wash away your worries, seal your regrets 

The capable person is one who forgets

put your head  in the fridge to chill 

Take one more of those little yellow pills

Just remember to eat your bread

you won’t be eating anything when your dead

So do what you like, whatever makes you happy

Why panic about triviality, then feel crappy

Go to bed at nine, read a book or watch TV

Whatever you do decide to do

keep calm and breathe easy

Undazzle translucent, melt the fusion

Where possible, be a living light, airless and breezy 

Free of restraints, without the confusion

Breathe in a new year

Snow capped mountains, freshwater rivers run, mineralised forests whistle, an accompanied humm, swishing a swathe rustle thumping drum, words of operatic splendour everyday song, whirling motions, tuneful tones, winter chills deep to the bone

Waves of eruption on earths weakened edge clustered cartilage boulders fragmenting to stone, smashing tiny fragments returning them home, plasticised death a whales unnatural feed, empty sea of fish oversubscribed netted, unfree

The moon above protruding its shimmering light, follow it with caution deep into the night, shadows of a glimmering light, glowing red of the planet Mars, birds of the world together following the stars

There is streak of light broadening warmth across the world, Spring promises flourish of life, a new year unfurls, shoots of crocus flower, daffodils anew, luscious grass is melting mist from a morning dew

Born a child in London the fog hurt my throat, I had never seen a cow for real or the milk from a goat  Fur hats worn aplenty by neighbouring Hispanic Jews, richest folk wore thick fine furs from minks of rare but few, England could be a better place now if we knew then what the richest can do

Grant

Can I offer you light, the warmth of a blanket

Speak words of comfort to help your fight

Can I Wrap you in friendship then say goodnight

Will you stay not taking flight

Speak to me no more warrior of life

Do not share a song if it’s all the same

For you were Tilted like Chaleur Humaine

can I drink with you one last time

dance away relinquish the flame

 Rollicking a rolling away goes the bus

An exchange of thought in a valley of dust.

This world is dreadfully unjust

Is it an ‘Ism’ ?

Look around see the chasm, maybe it’s part of the human condition? , a gain in power to hide a spasm, irrelevant, there is a truth, is there a fundamental flaw in anything that is an ‘ism?”

Wretched Saviour

As I was strolling I fell into hell, through a slivered slope, unbeknownst to thine eyes, ferocious fire swarmed til’ a screeching sought my soul, spiting thy living breath oust of thou’ humanity, thus death bequeathed a punishable end, 

Thou’ god reached far into the depth of Satan’s grasp with one hand astray, casting thy sway, compliments of graciousness to live another day, miracles he; thus passed , I thank thee lord forever at last, forgiveness of thy past. 

Avid Viewer

Psychology dreamt to condemn the weak, television showing a weekly episode of the obtruded personage freak, an alien escaped the poverty torn land that they once escaped, living near free, lest cheap, condemnation through hard working viewers call it evening entertainment, obesist unemployable leech, thoughts spoken the least, deceitful treacherous Connivant political motive, designated corruption outset, broadcasting agenda smearing, molecule percentages inconsequentialy important realism,  provoking intellectual change, hideousness, a generational sect, National depth of inhumanity for a polling box collect

English Heritage

Thag castles foundation beneath thy shrine, 

Das Gold ist in deiner Tasche

Palace of consequence stitched in time 

spectacular nuance of living fine

Silver tonguing lick out a pitiful snake

Gleeful generosity for a drip feed

Cutting black stuff in a deepened mine

feeding a family of nine

Grotesquely skeletonised children 

There is none that see supposing thou’ blind

Thag castles not a palace grown from crime 

Expressing a peerage  passionate embracial, kind

receptum colouful

Quomodo enim in unius tantum dolorem in una septimana. Oculos meos oculos parumper spem nequaquam plorabis, in mundo enim mens ridet, et supellex varia ad receptum 

The story of Aimee Jay James

There is a wonderful little town called hope, where the parishioners dutifully elected their own God-fearing pope, a church of stone, a navy blue phone, no person there kept their business unknown, watched by day, asleep at night, the barbers cat was the scariest creature, he only attacked in fright. 

The town was safe with a happy refrain yet, after this evening things could never be the same, a young girl, fifteen years of age disappeared, never seen again, a young man they arrested when she went missing, the week before they were seen together kissing.

The story leads us to thirty years in the future, Aimee Jay James was found dead by the river, forty five years of age, recognised by her DNA the same girl that disappeared on that fateful day, Joseph the boy was hung in sight of an angry lynch mob who were regretfully, not right, Joseph died that dreadful night he had no willing cause to put up a fight except in his head they said he wasn’t right.

The truth is sad yet true to aim, Aimee jay James stepfather was the one to blame, he hid her in a cavern that he meticulously built, lining it with brick walls, no windows, no guilt, imprisoned as a slave for thirty years, she had been a captive ever since, without any tears, beat and abused then filled with drugs, kept Aimee undernourished without food, she had water in an old white jug using it to fill her cold metal mug.  

Along came the spring, her captor weakened and sick, the long hard winter had taken the strength on his grip, he entered the prison, said to Aimee Jay “sorry you have not been fed” the old man placed the shiny black pistol to his head, he pulled the trigger, of course he was dead, Aimee gathered her things, she walked away from hell, frightened of her new found freedom, out in the wild, as a new born child, it was like hearing for the first time, the birds, the trees, the flowing river, the buzz of the bees.

As Aimee Jay kept walking on, legs about to collapse, her mind in the woods, sick to the stomach, due to lack of food, without the controlling drugs that kept her in a calming mood, she glanced at the river, then the fish within, she was hungry and very thin, Aimee felt so tired, she was in need of a sleep, she continued two kilometres then fell from her feet, rest was the requirement she needed forever, no life at all with the struggles of tether, they buried Aimee Jay James at the river she lay, beside beautiful Azaleas that blossomed in May.

 

Twinkle in Thy Time

When my fate is duly drawn, my days grow old of fight, my angel will leadeth me with thought on, into the darkness of the night, my body withered and worn, grew old for life whatever be the cause, thy soul will follow thou spirit, leave away thy structure made to pause.

thy stars I follow, tho’ journeys away to space, galaxy of many wonders, ne’ breeze upon my face, thy beckon me to observe, a darkens twisted vine, humanity of ugliness clinging boldly on for time, forever it seemed thy travel ever since it began, though virtual relaxation and peace apon the land

futuring on thy craft of light, throu’ seemed a trillion stars bright, I never could have distanced, thy vision yo’ neared to me in sight, ahead a golden gleam, a palace of silver walls with gates of gold, a picture of a wonderment, a thousand miles tall, I was in awe at a shiny crown capping the roof, sitting on a ball, lands upon its surface identical to earth, a belt of diamond shaped stars locked around the girth. 

I drew nearer the glowing palace of thy lord, thousands lined the streets, clapping, “smile’ were the words , I saw familiar faces, the people that I loved,  the history and the future in the land above, My mother, My father led me to the mansion in thy head, eventually once I reached there, ‘‘twas an amazing garden shed

A night out

Encroachment if he speaks, encouragement uplifts the confidence he seeks, out of depth, never to embark, drink more whisky then a walk in the dark, thoughts of a desperate task, not moving in fear, frozen on the spot, dared not ask for a dance, or take a daring chance 

on the cold street while walking to his room, he heard a clink, a bottle dropped, he hurried on, reminding himself not to stop, footsteps from a door in front and behind, a thump to his head, the shock of it sent him blind, at least two were cursing and kicking him all over, he wondered why he was clubbing in Dover.

Eventually he felt no pain after losing consciousness his demise brought them gain, the police questioned who he’d upset and why?,  they never found out, he was one more victim that had died, the family placed flowers on the street of the crime, the only thing his mother could do was fall to her knees and cry

Yin and Yang, Karma at play, tread on a twig, unbalance the day, kill an insect, blow too much, if it is a must, be gentle with touch, bury a seed, plant a tree, work hard like Martha or believe and see. 

Hmm!

Everybody has one good book in them, I am intuitively different, my brain is an explosion of never ending particles of electrified sparks encountering damp illusions completed by worries and short circuited confusions. 

%}#€$&: - Crazy

A little bit crazy is fine, a little bit crazy is fun, a little bit crazy can be undone, a little bit crazy is comedy sublime, so long as a little bit crazy is not all the time.

A whole lot crazy is noticed quick, a whole lot crazy allows plenty of magic for a crazy trick, a whole lot crazy is dangerous if your the leader of the free world and people believe in your rhetoric 

Power crazy is the way to fast leading, power crazy leaves others suffering and bleeding, Power crazy should never be mixed with a little bit crazy or whole Crazy as it brings out the worst in people rich or lazy

I must confess of being a little bit of all three, so I have dinner for breakfast and breakfast for tea.

I will walk to paradise

I whisper in the whispering gallery, I talk on the phone, I shout in an empty room when I’m all alone

I Jive in the hall, I trot on the road, I sing in the shower so nobody knows 

I take photos with my mind, I smile with my eyes, I kill all my enemies in a moment of mime

I live in peace, I die with hunger, I was much too late to stop no mans land as a runner

I scream on a mountain, I close my eyes to auschwitz, I heard the Berlin wall crumble, roll over and tumble

I was born a Christian, I grew up a Christian, I entered the war a Christian, I shot a Christian, then one day, I’ll die a Christian. 

Through the tunnel

I ventured into darkness, sorrow taking my soul, nothing that is new to me, forever in a hole, for when a child, I sped through the river tunnel under Greenwich, before realisation pounced upon me that I had the sheer panic of returning back home,  once more alone

A long tunnel it is, my mind is in a tizz, wishing the lights were brighter, focusing on the end, petrified of what I may find, a bend is up ahead, leaving tragedy  behind, searching for a peaceful, colourful sign, twisting, turning, a long way up, sweating and burning forever yearning.

Irrespective of the timepiece I wear upon my wrist, I keep on going, just cannot resist, up every slope, down every cavern, around every twist, the devils brace is clasped on tight, I fear a sharp turn leading deep on to the right, Continually searching for the bright white light, floating way up on the sail in the wind of a kite

A journey Once travelled, a chancing delay, once again on the road that leads to dismay, forever a struggle though no fault of mine own, a stone ridden road that I have travelled til’ grown, snakes bite my ankle, shoes leak with rain, forgiveness unknown, then I will go there again, future in doubt, past left in tatters, I am alive today and the fact is what matters. 

un français qui passe

Grey skies above when I fell in love, Sodden were my shoes when I first saw you

Crazy with drink, laced with drugs, a glance of the moment we slowly hugged

A mystical swirling mist when we partook a kiss or was it just smoke from your cigarette of bliss

A memory etched into my fragile mind, an Andy Warhol piece of art, of a very different kind

When at last I saw you vomit on your dress, that was the last time ever but I could have guessed

Your friends called a taxi then you were gone, now I’ll never forget the moment, we danced to that bloody song

L’AVENTURIER INDOCHINE, I saw your perfect moves in the Music Machine, freedom to express but always too keen

Au revoir je t'aime, à la prochaine were the parting words that were spoken, I’ll never see you again.